
It was a grubby-looking day, but a day by the seaside is a good day.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

It was a grubby-looking day, but a day by the seaside is a good day.

I see a few yellowing leaves, and some with some brown. That’s about as good as it gets in these parts. I’ll take it.



…with no filters used.

Nothing like being freed from the clutches of the marauding honeysuckle next to it to make it happy. The catch: only one rose at a time.



“Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.”
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

These are Maximilian sunflowers and they are wonderful!

There’s a whole lotta love going on here. I wonder if any of them ever got married?

Does this tree make me look fat?

All romping and cavorting must stop for the sake of a fine stick.

Central Park’s lake, looking good for August. It’s a man-made lake, but the water level is natural. I’ve seen it dried-up some summers.

Taking a wee “hike” over to where we thought we saw an osprey perched in a tree.

Sure enough!

A tired Jo is a good Jo.






Like an old school Muybridge motion study, but with more mud and dirt.

Not liking the look of things. Perhaps being at the edge of a cliff has something to do with it.

This stretch of beach has such a lovely central coast vibe.

I wonder how many selfies this cute little tower has been in?

ZOMG THIS IS FUN RUNRUNRUN!

This was after she accidentally got some water on her.

She gave the Pacific Ocean a good talking to for that.



Thanks, neighbor George, for the seeds. A couple of decades later, we’re still enjoying the descendants of those first flowers.

Hitch up your car here!

Cool little track, although I never win here.

Super-trainer Bob Baffert giving yet another interview.

The clubhouse. Too rich for my blood!

Apartments encroaching. It’s days are numbered most likely, so I enjoy the place while I can.